Once a grieving mother, always a grieving mother.
I remember hearing that statement and being struck by the depth of it.
You don’t stop grieving your children.
You don’t stop being a mother.
Once you are a bereaved mother, you are always one.
You were chosen for this road.
And sometimes, that seems to be a very bitter lot.
To leave the hospital, empty handed.
To watch as the, once strong line, on the test, fades away.
To sit in an ultrasound room, as the silence break your heart.
But you were chosen, to build a piece of heaven, and carry a heart made to worship.
In your grief, in your brokenness, don’t stop worshiping. You carried a whole beautiful soul, made for worship, worship is all they’ve known. So don’t cease yours.
Worship and grief can coexist.
You can grieve and still worship the one who holds your baby to his chest,
You can grieve and still raise weary hands in worship, when life doesn’t make sense.
You can worship and be bereaved.
You can worship and groan.
You can worship and grieve that the Lord not only gives, but takes away.
“Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.” Romans 8:26
Groanings means to grieve, to pray so deeply that it’s inaudible, and it also means to conceive a covenant.
When I am groaning in my soul, he groans and grieves with me, his prayers are so deep and so fervent, that you can’t understand them. But he’s making a covenant with me, as he prays, a promise…and every promise, he WILL keep. His groaning for me is not just a groan, it’s a whole promise of his faithfulness.
You can grieve and still worship because he is faithful, and he will be faithful again.
You can grieve, and wish things were different, and still worship the one who orchestrates each moment.
You can grieve and still believe that he is good.
You can grieve and still believe that he is right.
You can grieve and still trust.
You can grieve and still believe that he is God.
He groans with you and for you.
He grieves with you.
Don’t cease your worship, as your little one worships at his feet.
Happy Mother’s Day to the ones who have to choose to worship here, while part of you worships at his feet.
You may be a bereaved mother, but you’re a mother, and I celebrate you and your children, all of them🤍
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